fishing with friends

Aksel could not make up his mind.  He didn't know where he wanted to be or what he wanted to do with himself and so the young man wandered in and out of Alacritia, driven constantly by his whims.  His siblings had gone their separate ways again and Loki might as well have been dead for all he was ever around.  The young male paused and scented the ground for a moment before shrugging and carrying on.  He was debating about taking up the offer of the handsome, massive, and mysterious male he'd come across in the battlefield but he wasn't quite sure he was ready to make any sort of commitment yet.  But… on the other paw it was better than wandering around aimlessly.

Amidst the rustling cattails a chatty little creek was bubbling by.  Licking his lips the young male approached, seeking to quench his thirst when the oh so familiar scent of the cardinal wolf met his nostrils.  Slinking carefully forward, mismatched eyes rested on the male who was peering into the water.   He couldn't resist.  Sleek, corded legs coiled under him, tail adjusted just slightly for balance.  A moment later his limbs unfurled as he bounded towards the red male, hoping to nip the red boy squarely in the center of his left butt cheek.